Chapter 3 Living at the foot of Qingshan

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Walking on the countryside, Xiao Ming looked at the green fields, full of vitality.

It has been two months since I came to this unknown Dayue Dynasty, and I still feel a little like I am dreaming. I slept in bed the night before, but when I woke up in the morning, I became the twelve-year-old Xiao Ming. Thirty-two turned into twelve, and she also made a profit.

It can be said that Xiao Ming originally died of illness, was infected with wind and cold, and did not survive due to lack of food and clothing. It actually fulfilled Xiao Ming in the 21st century.

Fortunately, Xiao Ming came through, otherwise uncle and nephew Xiao Han, who was also infected with the cold, would also die!

Looking at the gourd birthmark on her right wrist, this was originally a gourd jade pendant. It was a thank-you gift from a local family when she went to practice medicine in a remote mountainous area. Later, she discovered that there was a space inside, and Xiao Ming used it as a storage space. A lot of things are put into the artifacts that can be used for things. Of course, medicines are put into them the most.

Fortunately, Xiao Ming was able to get through the most difficult days when she first arrived in ancient times.

The conditions at home did not get better until she came here. With the help of her late sister-in-law's medical books, she found a source for her medical skills and started working as a bell doctor. She often used the excuse of bringing things from space to improve her life.

"Auntie, Daya and Erdan are so pitiful. Why does Grandma Liu beat them every day?" Xiao Yu, the nephew, held Xiao Ming's hand and shuddered at the thought of the big stick that Mrs. Liu used to beat people.

"Grandma Liu is a bad person. Da Ya and the others don't have the protection of their father and mother, so they get beaten!" Looking at her little nephew's wet and bright eyes, his cute and cute little nephew, Xiao Ming's heart was filled with tears. It's about to melt.

"She is a bad person. She actually hit them with such a big stick." Xiao Yu waved his fists and puffed up his face, looking like he wanted to take revenge. But he didn't know that his cute look made Xiao Ming want to laugh.

"You! You are such a brat, why do you still want to help them get revenge?" Xiao Ming smiled and reached out to tap Xiao Yu's forehead. He continued: "You have to remember to act within your ability. You are only six years old. How can you do anything to Da Ya's grandma?"

"But Da Ya and the others are so pitiful. They don't have enough to eat and don't have warm clothes." Xiao Yu thought of himself. Since his parents passed away, he also didn't have enough to eat and didn't have warm clothes. The feeling of being hungry was really uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, the village chief has warned her before leaving, telling her not to hit Daya and the others again." Thinking of the warning the village chief gave to Mrs. Liu before leaving, I believe it can calm her down for a while.

Seeing that Xiao Yu still looked a little unhappy, Xiao Ming thought for a while and said: "Let's go back and boil the eggs and send them to them, so that they won't be hungry today. But you have to be careful, don't let anyone see it." ."

"Okay, I know they have to come out to cut pig grass every day, so I will go secretly." Xiao Yu became cheerful.

"Before we have no ability, we can only do what we can to help them, you know?" Xiao Ming said to Xiao Yu. She also sympathizes with the experiences of the two siblings, Da Ya. Even in a socialist society, it is rare to find a grandmother who abuses her grandchildren like this.

As they talked, the two slowly moved farther and farther away from the village.

There is only a bridge between Xiaojia Village and Liujia Village. Compared with the liveliness of Liujia Village to the west of the bridge, although the east side of the bridge is vast and has a large area of ​​wasteland, there are only two households, one of which is Xiao Ming. Family, one Liu family.

Although the area east of the bridge is wide, wild animals often visit it. Those with better conditions also moved out of here early.

After crossing the wooden bridge, she walked 20 meters to her home at the foot of the green mountain. It was just three small huts, a kitchen, two bedrooms, and a dilapidated small backyard. There is no tile on the roof, and the house has only four walls.

Although it is a humble house, it is warmer than the villa in Xiao Ming's previous life because her family lives here.

For her, who was alone in her previous life, nothing was more important than her family.

From a distance, I saw a thin boy cleaning the newly sprouted grass in front of the house.

"Uncle, we are back." Xiao Yu passed by from a distance and shouted happily.

"Sister, Xiaoyu, you are back." Xiao Han put down the tools in his hands and stepped forward to catch the medicine box on Xiao Ming's body. He thought that his sister, who was as old as him, had to carry such a heavy medicine box when walking down the street every day. As the breadwinner of Xiang's family, I felt very guilty and felt that I was useless because she was only a quarter of an hour older than me.

"Didn't you say you would wait for me to come back and do it together? Why did you do it alone? Be careful with your body. You are just fine." Xiao Han had to go out to find food in the ice and snow and take care of his sister and nephew. His illness It's heavier than Xiao Ming and Xiao Yu, and it took a few months to get better.

"It's okay. I'm tired from reading. I'm just idle. Why don't I do some work and exercise? My illness will be cured a long time ago." Xiao Han smiled. Bai Wuyi is a scholar. If he had been more capable, he would not have made his sister and nephew sick.